“Boomer,”
she says again. “My Boom,” Scarlett mumbles, trying to bury her face in my
chest again. My heart trips and falls over itself, and a small piece of my
darkness turns to light. The constant intrusive thoughts slow and come to a stop.

Clarity. I’m not sure how long it will
last, but however long I have, I want to spend it holding the woman I’m falling
quickly in love with.

Her Boom.

I like
that. I want to be her everything.

“What are
you doing to me, Scarlett?” I whisper over the top of her head, running my
fingers through the raven black hair. She’s so perfect, everything I’ve ever
dreamed of. It’s like someone reached into my head and plucked her from my
imagination, then sculpted and carved her out of the finest silk just for me.

Scarlett is
a gift, a fucking present, but for what? I don’t deserve to unwrap her, to
smile when she bears herself to me when the time is right.